All Chapters of I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

I lowered myself over her again.My hand caressed her skin one more time, reverently, then trailed down the curve of her waist until it reached between her legs. I parted her thighs with a firm but gentle pressure, lifting them to rest on my hips.By the time she realised what was happening, her legs were already yielding. Her eyes drifted downward. My robe had fallen open with the movement, and she stared.‘It seems you like what you see,’ I said, a smirk touching my lips as I watched her eyes on me.She blinked, her cheeks flushing, then met my look.Copying my earlier move, she reached out and ran her hand over my skin in a deliberately teasing gesture.As her fingers began to pull away, I caught her wrist in my grasp, holding it firm.Her eyes lifted to mine, and I held them with an intensity that felt like it could strip her bare.In that unguarded moment, I lifted her hand and pinned it above her head, keeping

‘Mrs Laurent, my baby! Save my baby!’ Genevieve sobbed, clutching her stomach, genuine terror on her face.Gwendolyn was shaken too. She patted Genevieve’s hand reassuringly. ‘Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, no harm will come to that child.’Genevieve just nodded frantically, hiding behind Gwendolyn like a frightened child, her whole body trembling. She didn’t dare look at Ashton.Gwendolyn turned a stony face to Ashton. ‘Is there truly no way you’ll let this child live?’ she asked, her voice tight. ‘Or is there someone else who objects?’ Her gaze, sharp as a blade, swung towards me, standing silently to the side.She let out a contemptuous sniff. ‘You can’t give Ashton an heir. What right do you have to stop other women from trying?’I wanted to roll my eyes. I’d come with Ashton purely as an observer, planning to say and do nothing, just watch

‘Are you going to hurry up?’ Ashton prompted.I shifted off him and sat by his side. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, revealing muscles that were hard to look away from. Since he was lying down, it was awkward to remove the shirt entirely, so it still hung open on him. That half-revealed, half-concealed state was somehow even more tantalising.I swallowed hard, forcing my eyes away from his chest and letting my gaze travel slowly downward until it settled on his waist. The limited-edition, custom-made belt was still fastened neatly, holding his trousers in place, just waiting for my hands to undo it.‘If you take much longer, it’ll be morning soon.’I reached out and pulled the belt from his trousers, then moved on to the buttons and zip. My hand inadvertently brushed against his waist.A low grunt made me look up. Ashton was no longer the picture of calm. Arousal had flushed his cheeks, and a fine sweat beaded on his forehead. His eyes burned with an intensity that was almost sco

I got the alert about Mira’s kidnapping almost instantly.I always have a team tailing her, but today, since she hadn’t planned on going out, the detail got sloppy. By the time the on-duty agent reached the café, she’d already been drugged and taken.The moment I got the report, I barked at Dominic, ‘Secure the entire Granger family. Do it now.’Then I rushed over with Harry to the address from the text.It was an abandoned building.We headed up to the rooftop. The second we stepped out, I saw Daniel fumble a knife from his jacket and press it to Mirabelle’s throat, blustering, ‘Don’t move! Don’t come any closer!’He dared to put a blade to my woman? That meant courtesy was off the table.I stopped dead and snapped over my shoulder to Harry, ‘Get Clive Granger, Louisa Granger, and Willow Granger under control. Bring them here.’Harry stiffened. &lsq

‘When you’re at work, you keep your phone on and stay on a call with me the entire time.’I was speechless. That meant zero privacy.But seeing the stubborn set of his jaw—the clear ‘take it or leave it’ message—I finally gritted my teeth and agreed to his demands.When we got in the car, Ashton fitted the Bluetooth earpiece to my ear. He drove me to the studio and insisted on walking me upstairs. He gave the place a once-over, clearly not impressed, but finally left when I reminded him he was running late.Work went smoothly that day, but something Priya said stuck in my mind.That evening, after dinner, I sat on the sofa, rubbed my stomach and said to Ashton, ‘Don’t you think my belly looks a bit odd lately?’He froze, immediately put down what he was doing, and looked at me with sudden seriousness. ‘You’re eating well, sleeping fine, and the baby’s healthy. What